Sophie Thomaston Whore ❤️

About New York City

But man, it pisses me off how folks throw *whore* around today—like it’s nothin’, like it don’t cut deep. Callin’ a gal that just ‘cause she’s got a short skirt? C’mon, that’s lazier than a hog in mud! Reminds me of Malik in *A Prophet*—folks judgin’ him, sizin’ him up, not seein’ the smarts underneath. “You don’t exist,” they told him. *Whore* does that—erases who ya really are. Makes me madder’n a wet hen!

BRIDGE OF SIGHS

"I thought you were writing a history of Thomaston," she said. "Thomaston's in it, but so am I." "How about me?" she said, taking my hand again.

Oh, and don't miss the sun-kissed river that splits the town near Old Mill Road. I once meditated there until the sunset, laughing hysterically – yes, maniacal giggles, like the Joker, baby! The mood swings from pure bliss to manic frenzy in seconds.

Voters approve warrant to fund Fire & EMS station in Thomaston